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mekachu04Gabriel stared numbly down on the cold corpse at his feet.
The demon Crowley had been drug away to be dealt with later; he'd been screaming, hissing and biting and spitting, trying to slither free even as his occult powers reined in and subdued.
Micheal would deal with him. Gabriel had been assured he didn't have to worry about it.
His own corporation had been damaged by the snake, venom inching in his veins, tingling as it mingled with t he linger effects of Aziraphale's attempts at smiting him.
Aziraphale had tried to smite him. HIM! He'd called down God's Glory against Gabriel, and not only had she'd allowed it, it was likely only the difference of their creation that had allowed him to remain standing in the end.
Sandelphon had attacked the principality form behind. The blow had killed the corporation immediately, but had also bound his ethereal essence to the fleshy form, and Sandelphon's attack ate away at him.
The body was going to start crumbling soon. Breaking down to sand and salt. inside, he was crumbling too, the liquid grace that formed an angel breaking apart at the edges, a fine mist swirling at the edges. it curled around Gabriel's hand when he finally knelt done and reached out, electric fear jolting at where they briefly touched.
This wasn't falling. This was... this was unmaking.
Gabriel didn't think anyone had the power to do that without Hellfire.
How... How had they gotten to this point?
Sandelphon had grinned when he'd struck the lesser angel. Micheal looked proud as she'd reigned the demon under control.
Executing them had been one thing, but.. but when had they started to enjoy it?
footsteps sounded next to him - a purpose noise, and angel was perfectly capable of walking by without being noticed - and Gabriel couldn't look up, staring intently on Uriel's boots. He knelt there, aziraphale's dissolving grace in his hands, and finally, she knelt next to him, a seashell like bowl in hand that felt like her own light.
She rested it on the blood stained ground, and used her hands to coax and swirl the mists into the vessel. Unsure to the purpose, but not enjoying the helpless feeling of holding the fear of another angel in his hands either, Gabriel mimicked her motions, gather the ether in the bowl. It remain eppervencent , but no longer started to dissipate into the air, swirling in a confused galaxy, but the terror had eased into resigned confusion.
Uriel held the bowl in her hands, quiet for a time, and Gabriel watched the bowl shine warmly, protectively.
"I... worry we have misunderstood our purpose today," she said finally, confiding in him, a careful admittance that could cost her a much has it had cost the dying angel in her lap. Gabriel couldn't help but agree. the plan had sounded good and just, but looking it now, and the body next to them beginning to drift in the breeze, and the tiny pool of light that could no longer keep its form. no. no something had gone wrong today.
"Haniel had spoken out against moving forward on the Great Plan until we had clarification. They could... they might know what to do."
The demon Crowley had been drug away to be dealt with later; he'd been screaming, hissing and biting and spitting, trying to slither free even as his occult powers reined in and subdued.
Micheal would deal with him. Gabriel had been assured he didn't have to worry about it.
His own corporation had been damaged by the snake, venom inching in his veins, tingling as it mingled with t he linger effects of Aziraphale's attempts at smiting him.
Aziraphale had tried to smite him. HIM! He'd called down God's Glory against Gabriel, and not only had she'd allowed it, it was likely only the difference of their creation that had allowed him to remain standing in the end.
Sandelphon had attacked the principality form behind. The blow had killed the corporation immediately, but had also bound his ethereal essence to the fleshy form, and Sandelphon's attack ate away at him.
The body was going to start crumbling soon. Breaking down to sand and salt. inside, he was crumbling too, the liquid grace that formed an angel breaking apart at the edges, a fine mist swirling at the edges. it curled around Gabriel's hand when he finally knelt done and reached out, electric fear jolting at where they briefly touched.
This wasn't falling. This was... this was unmaking.
Gabriel didn't think anyone had the power to do that without Hellfire.
How... How had they gotten to this point?
Sandelphon had grinned when he'd struck the lesser angel. Micheal looked proud as she'd reigned the demon under control.
Executing them had been one thing, but.. but when had they started to enjoy it?
footsteps sounded next to him - a purpose noise, and angel was perfectly capable of walking by without being noticed - and Gabriel couldn't look up, staring intently on Uriel's boots. He knelt there, aziraphale's dissolving grace in his hands, and finally, she knelt next to him, a seashell like bowl in hand that felt like her own light.
She rested it on the blood stained ground, and used her hands to coax and swirl the mists into the vessel. Unsure to the purpose, but not enjoying the helpless feeling of holding the fear of another angel in his hands either, Gabriel mimicked her motions, gather the ether in the bowl. It remain eppervencent , but no longer started to dissipate into the air, swirling in a confused galaxy, but the terror had eased into resigned confusion.
Uriel held the bowl in her hands, quiet for a time, and Gabriel watched the bowl shine warmly, protectively.
"I... worry we have misunderstood our purpose today," she said finally, confiding in him, a careful admittance that could cost her a much has it had cost the dying angel in her lap. Gabriel couldn't help but agree. the plan had sounded good and just, but looking it now, and the body next to them beginning to drift in the breeze, and the tiny pool of light that could no longer keep its form. no. no something had gone wrong today.
"Haniel had spoken out against moving forward on the Great Plan until we had clarification. They could... they might know what to do."
